Limerence & Villains

…chop chop already sir, it’s like a melody in my head, na na na na every day, mood swings like druids listening to old skool drum and bass, a niche frequency, I like my beats fast and my bass down low, who’s that girl let it blow up slow, syncing severance with reverence, feel my cochlea explode, a glow up, seven senses in all dimensional tenses, dream sequence gymnastics, I persuade myself I’m past it, a somatic novelle, I crumble when I tremor because my tremble is my tell, ah, livin’ la vida loca, bound by your impish spell ah, still hope you descend though, into a desertless rendition of the most mirthless type of hell, ha, not quite fully healed, God’s highest angel, from a perfect fable, down, down, down he fell, ah, dubbed footsteps track back through figmented time, colour me coral, aquamarine and turquoise (-wise), and all the why’s, mortar-shelled back to when my king was mine, disguised slaughter from a poisoned vorpal épée de cour, grayscale me as my love fades into insignificance tous les jours, my room of requirement needs only one more door, once more, lead me from this mortally wounding universe, that’s crying out for Mordor. Murder on the dance floor, haha jokin’, am I, inside outside, dabbling with the dark side, twinning sun and twisted twilight, is polite paradise worth the sacrifice? Wondering if it was written [pause] it was written, in the book of life. Break yet another fast with me and my delulu. Why am I obsessed with taking a turn about the roo-room? My pride dances in your prejudice, never say never because it comes true. Tujh meh rab dikhta hai, yaara meh kyah kuroon. What sayest thou upon your latest endeavour? Tiffany’s out the question now she’s misunderstood, Doctor Strange lays it plain, come hither from the peninsula of forgotten pain, save me from pleasure principles and the melancholy mundane, gives me cause to believe I’m medically insane, sticks and stones aren’t strong enough to fight annointed swords, and yet here we are clutching each other like cultured pearls, our promises stretch back to Eden and his holy rib, are you the man, legend, devil or myth? Who am I contending with? None of the many, too few of you. Billowing sails echo into scented moonwind, do you? if this ain’t love, why does it feel so, why does it feel so, good? For a heartbeat then one more time, I’m blue and diminished, intoxicated with none of your reason and all of your rhyme, Take a minute girl come sit down, what’s been happening? Mr Wolf has been standing around dilly dallying, your hands whisper voodoo as an affront to my waistline, you’re a waste of my love, man. It’s a con and you’re criminal, I’m convinced I no longer love you, conferring and concurring the undeniable curr that you, oh no, self destruct mode activated, that captivating stare, the one that unravels me when we don’t play fair. I say capital R you say captain I proclaim rake and youre like I’m smouldering for you over here babycake, yo-ho yo-ho a pirate’s life for me, my mind travels absent the entire way to whimsy, heart shaped bullets dismantle my brain, my head is in an inverted spin, wham bam kapow, carpe diem to you, carpe noctem to me, and he wants it all god forsake him zero gravity, makes my heart sing for a biblical cardiectomy, resurrect me, limitless voices in my head snake, shake, rattle and roll, they all decide to have a skit, and a kit kat. [Break] My bad. My mind was ayahuasca’d, struggled, smudged and saged, getting lost in his soulful eyes and his aftershave, I come back to the pointed sign-posted brink of no return, replaying each cinder-centred memory, silently: burn, burn, burn.